SIGH,
the breath.
Slant of setting sun.
autmn breeze licks my neck.
I turn inward.
prepared
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
searching for the one
I stand at the edge of the precipice,
knees trembling,heart beating wildly.
Are you the one,
that beckons from below?
You call out to me.
Your breath billowing my sails.
I gently glide,
into your heart.
knees trembling,heart beating wildly.
Are you the one,
that beckons from below?
You call out to me.
Your breath billowing my sails.
I gently glide,
into your heart.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
rambling reclaiming 07/03/08 2:25pm
I'm juicy and ripe, quite succulent really.
I'm round and I'm soft as I sway across the room.
A drop of passion oil I place on my hot ivory covering.
Salt and pepper on my head.
Bare feet on the floor.
I laugh deep from my belly
I'm round and I'm soft as I sway across the room.
A drop of passion oil I place on my hot ivory covering.
Salt and pepper on my head.
Bare feet on the floor.
I laugh deep from my belly
I hate to end a good book 07/03/08
I hate to come to the end of a good book. Like a child at bed time, afraid of missing out, I dilly-dally reading just a snippet here and there trying to make it last. Afraid of the sadness that comes with the loss of an old friend. Not sure who I will miss more the story or the characters.
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